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Martha Johnson
We used to boast about being able to stay friends longer than any of the others. When old acquaintances would ask, "Are you still friends with Lily?" knowing of our inseparable friendship throughout the years, I’d proudly reply, “Yeah, I just saw her this weekend.” Through grammar school, middle school, high school, and college: our ties never cut. We beat them all. We defied the odds. Even when my mother told me our friendship would crumble because people don’t stay the same and you were going to be another clone of her once-best friend Martha Johnson, who also happened to be a relative of y...
Ten Years
You’re raking leaves in your yard, like it’s any old Sunday. Like you’re living any old storyline, one that omits the chapter where you www.onedoor.ccabandon your family, and along with it, mine.The funny thing is, I was going to do this next week. After ten years, I finally asked Roarke where you lived. I knew he knew. But in our world it’s almost as if you never existed, in which case I guess you got what you wanted, huh? So, in ten years I haven’t asked. Imagine how floored I was to learn you live just an hour away. A lifetime together, a decade apart, one hour away. And you never once looked back.“What ...
Fraudulent Claims
I’ve always considered myself a loyal friend. I’m as dependable as they come; if someone I care about needs me, I am there for them. I’m also good at keeping my friends’ secrets and never gossip to one friend about another. Unfortunately, in the past few months, my loyalty to Lani came back to ruin me. If I’d only said something to her when I suspected she was double- dipping and creating false receipts to Bloom Cosmetics, I wouldn’t be facing a fine of $10,000.00, possible jail time, astronomical lawyer fees, and the loss of my esteemed job at Bloom Cosmetics and my dear friend Lani Edwards....
Music is Life
(The following story contains thoughts about dying and dealing with death. Some readers may find the topic difficult.) I am in the hospital again, hopefully for the last time. Each stay gets a little longer and leaves me more spent. I barely have the energy to breathe. People often say they are bone-tired. These people have no idea. I had no idea. Who could imagine a fatigue so complete that seeing, hearing, and breathing would require one to conserve energy to attempt the effort. The drugs have allowed me to add more days to my life. Other drugs have allowed me to make it through those days...